Curses, Fates & Soul Mates

by et al Kristie Cook

  Glancing at Ty, she said, “Were you trained to think this way?”

  He caught her gaze. “Yes.”

  “Am I the only one you protect?”

  “Yes.”

  “How did you earn that duty?” she asked, envisioning some mass competition. Maybe there were many people vying for the honor of serving as her Mynder. That held a certain appeal.

  He once again looked forward. “It was fated.”

  What did that mean? “Fated?” she prompted when he didn’t continue.

  He took his time responding, but eventually said, “We were born on the same date at the same time under the same star.”

  “We were? Huh.”

  She realized that she and Ty were the exact same age. That surprised her. It wasn’t so much that he looked older than her, but he certainly carried himself in a way befitting a much older guy.

  “So…that means you were fated to be my Mynder?” she summed up.

  “Yes.”

  That all sounded rather mystical and woo-woo to her. It also sounded like Ty hadn’t been given any choice in the matter.

  “What if you decided you didn’t want to be my Mynder?” she asked.

  He didn’t reply. She supposed the question didn’t justify a response in his mind.

  For some reason, she felt dejected. From the sound of things, Ty had been raised with the knowledge that he would be her Mynder and nothing else. It hadn’t occurred to her until that moment that she was nothing more than an obligation to him. He was essentially required to lay his life on the line every day to protect her.

  Hell, she was more than an obligation. She was a burden.

  “You should try and sleep,” Ty instructed her.

  She wasn’t feeling tired, but she nodded and closed her eyes anyway. He didn’t need to see how upset he’d made her with his revelations.

  He didn’t need to know how much she wished he was with her out of more than a sense of duty.

  CHAPTER 11

  Ten minutes later, Kyr was asleep. Her head tilted until it rested against Ty’s arm. He didn’t try and move it.

  His mind worked through the conversation they’d had before she fell asleep. He’d felt her reaction to the knowledge that he’d been fated to be her Mynder. It had troubled her, but he wasn’t sure why. Did she want the choice to have been his? Or was she unhappy with his services altogether?

  She was a mystery to him now. These past two years had brought about significant changes in her. While he wanted to become more familiar with her and learn more about those changes, he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

  There would be time to explore that later, he reminded himself. Right now, they had more pressing issues to deal with…getting to Alametria being top of the list.

  He’d been trying to figure out how the Shelvaks had interrupted the second transition attempt after Kyr’s fall. Her stumble in and of itself was troublesome, but until he could get past the block in her mind, he knew he’d find no answers there. So he contemplated instead the possible answers to the transition disruption.

  The Alametrian ship would have been cloaked, he knew that. Earth’s technology was still developing, but even they had satellites and devices to scan space for threats. Therefore, the Alametrian ship would have been cloaked against detection by the Shelvaks, as well. Had the Shelvaks somehow discovered a way to defeat the cloaking?

  If they had, the Alametrian ship could have been attacked. While Ty wouldn’t have been concerned about one Alametrian ship fighting against one of the Shelvaks’, he was concerned about the idea of the Shelvaks having more than one ship. As he’d thought earlier, it was unlikely that the number of Shelvaks they’d encountered already would have all come on one vessel. That meant the Shelvaks could have outmaneuvered the Alametrians through sheer numbers.

  The only good news was that there hadn’t been any reports of open hostility in Earth’s galaxy. Ty had spoken with the pilot, an Alametrian named PerylRowe, before inspecting the plane. Peryl had done a thorough scan with the equipment at his disposal and had discovered no evidence of a confrontation between the Alametrians and Shelvaks.

  That would have relieved Ty if he didn’t also wonder whether the Shelvaks had jammed all Alametrian communications. If they had managed to defeat the cloaking and they had managed to find Kyr, who knew what other tricks they had up their sleeves?

  The problem was, Shelvaks were notoriously slow in developing new technology. He had received no intel indicating they were even close to generating the level of equipment that would be required to pull all of this off. So how had they done it?

  After considering the problem for the past couple hours, he’d come to only one disturbing conclusion.

  They hadn’t acted alone.

  Care to tell me what’s going on now that we’ve got nothing better to do?

  Ty glanced over at his cousin, who appeared to be dozing. Since Sem had thought the question directly at Ty, he was clearly still awake.

  What do you want to know? he thought back.

  First and foremost, why have you shown up here so suddenly?

  Although Ty thought it should be obvious, he returned, We intercepted a Shelvak transmission that alerted us to their presence here. I knew I needed to get to Kyr.

  And where the hell have you been the past two years? I expected you to at least drop by every once in a while to check on Kyr.

  Ma’jah Kyr.

  Sem growled audibly. Ma’jah Kyr, damn it. Her name doesn’t change the fact that you dumped her here without any protection.

  His cousin was wrong, but Ty couldn’t and wouldn’t clarify things for him. She had you.

  Yes, she did. And she still does.

  Ty didn’t have to press hard into Sem’s mind to read between the lines. Ty looked at him, but Sem’s eyes were still closed.

  Kyr is my responsibility, Sem, he thought. She’s under my protection, and that can’t be changed. You don’t need to know why I’ve been away. Just because I wasn’t here in person doesn’t mean I was uninformed of her experiences here.

  Sem stewed in silence for a while. Ty waited for his cousin to get himself under control. While he’d been on Earth, Sem had allowed a number of negative emotions to influence him. He’d have a difficult return to Alametria as a result, but there was little to be done about it now.

  Have you learned to read Shelvak minds yet? Sem thought.

  Ty frowned over the change in subject. Again, the answer should be clear. If he could read Shelvak minds, they wouldn’t be in this situation. His cousin knew that and appeared to be baiting him.

  Not wanting to get into an argument, he just thought, No.

  The fact was, he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t read Shelvak minds. His abilities allowed him to read the thoughts of nearly all forms of intelligent life. His only theory so far was that Shelvak minds weren’t developed enough for him to pick up. Their society was barbaric and uncivilized, so the theory wasn’t unsound.

  Too bad, Sem thought. Might have saved us all some trouble if you had.

  Ty’s jaw tightened as Sem allowed a memory of Kyr writhing in pain to flash through his mind. He also sensed that Sem felt he would have done a better job of protecting Kyr.

  Part of him wondered if that was true.

  Do you have any theories about what kept us from transitioning? Sem thought.

  No. Since the Shelvaks arrived just after the transition failed, they must have had something to do with it. But until we can try and connect again with the ship, we have no way of knowing exactly what happened.

  Does this plane have the ability to send interstellar communications?

  No. It can only receive. Something about FAA monitoring. We’ll have to wait until we reach our destination and try reaching the ship from there.

  Sem’s thoughts quieted as he processed this. Ty broke their connection. He could close off thoughts as easily as he could tune into them, which was a blessing. It wasn’t as if he wanted thousands o
f random thoughts running through his mind all the time.

  He looked down at Kyr when she made a soft noise. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids. She issued a strangled sound from the back of her throat. Her emotions filtered through to him.

  She was terrified.

  Normally, he could have used his abilities to calm her. It had always been a simple thing to influence her emotions due to their connection. The strange block had been prohibiting that, however.

  She whimpered and arched her back. He knew she was in the throes of a nightmare.

  His brows drew together. Maybe she’d be more susceptible to his emotional influence while her consciousness was subdued. He supposed it was worth exploring.

  After making sure Sem still had his eyes closed and the flight attendant wasn’t anywhere nearby, Ty reached over and touched the side of Kyr’s face. The urgent fluttering of her eyelids instantly eased. He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers. Skin to skin contact helped strengthen the connection.

  It was working. He felt her fear seep into him. Accepting it, he sent her soothing thoughts and images in fear’s place.

  He started to break the connection. Another jolt of fear went through her. He got a brief glimpse of the Shelvaks landing beside her and Avana on the stairs in the dorm. She trembled. This wasn’t going to work if he couldn’t overcome her recent memories.

  An idea occurred to him. Considering his options, he chose a memory of the two of them together…one that was pleasant and, he hoped, strong enough to take the place of the one that haunted her.

  Her breathing evened out. When he opened his eyes, he saw the slightest smile on her lips.

  His gaze remained on her lips for longer than they should have. A faint burn started in his forearms. He lowered his hand from her cheek and turned back around in his seat.

  Sem stared back at him. What the hell was that? he thought.

  Issuing a mental sigh, Ty explained, She was having a nightmare. Since she’s sleeping, I was able to use my abilities to help her.

  He felt his cousin’s anger. Even if he hadn’t been able to read Sem’s thoughts, he would have known how his cousin felt about Kyr. It was something that would likely pose a problem when they returned to Alametria.

  She wouldn’t be having nightmares right now if it wasn’t for you, Sem accused.

  That was unfounded, Ty knew. It wasn’t as though he had ordered the Shelvaks to travel to Earth to hunt down and torment Kyr.

  Yet he didn’t argue with his cousin. The truth was, he’d had the same thought himself. So far, he’d done a poor job of protecting her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be better off with someone else doing the job.

  Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have a choice.

  CHAPTER 12

  Kyra gradually surfaced from sleep when the pilot announced their descent to land. She turned her head slightly and snuggled closer to the warm fabric against her cheek. It wasn’t a soft surface, but the scent was familiar, enticing, and comforting, like a spiced cake baking in the oven. It was her favorite scent in the universe.

  Her eyelids slowly parted. She found herself staring into a pair of beautiful silver eyes…

  …and fell right into a memory.

  She was in a vehicle. It was similar to Earth’s cars, but enhanced with more advanced technology. Rain battered the windshield. Her forehead hurt. She’d hydroplaned, she remembered.

  A group of Shelvaks advanced on the vehicle. At the time, she hadn’t remembered what they were. They had seemed—rightly so—like creatures out of a nightmare.

  Just when she thought she would surely die at their hands, her vehicle’s door opened. Ty reached in and pulled her out, throwing her a good distance from the vehicle.

  “Stay,” he ordered.

  He then proceeded to make short work out of defeating seven of the Shelvaks. The eighth one, however, grabbed her. Even dangling from the Shelvak’s grip, she’d known Ty would save her just from the look in his silver eyes…

  With a quick blip, like a film reel skipping a few frames, her mind jumped to another memory.

  Ty held her by her shoulders, but she didn’t recognize him. She tried to escape his grasp, not understanding who he was or why he had saved her, but he wouldn’t let her go.

  “Who are you?” she asked in a shaky voice.

  He sighed. “We always go through this, Kyr. I fear we don’t have enough time for the long version right now.”

  Her mind flooded with questions. He wasn’t helping her understand. If anything, he was freaking her out more.

  “You’re just going to have to trust me for a moment,” he said.

  Before she could argue, he reached behind her head, cupped her neck, and bent down to kiss her…

  The memory faded. Kyra blinked rapidly as her mind returned to the present. Ty watched her with a crease between his eyes.

  “What just happened?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  “I—I’m not sure,” she said. “I might have just remembered something about the past.”

  “Do you mean you dreamed about the past?” he asked carefully.

  She shook her head. “No. Just now, when I…” she trailed off. There was no way to say it without sounding weird. Sighing, she finished, “When I smelled you as I woke up.”

  The plane touched down, but Ty’s gaze never left her face. “Tell me what you remembered.”

  “Well, I was in this vehicle and it was raining. I was upset about something. I hydroplaned and was attacked by Shelvaks. You were there and saved me.”

  Now, his face reflected interest. “That was, indeed, a memory. One from your most recent lesson prior to coming to Earth. It’s possible the memory was stimulated by your sense of smell. The mind often ties memories into each of our senses. Was that all you remembered?”

  Her face flushed as she revisited the last memory. Try as she might, she couldn’t recall more than him leaning in to kiss her. Had that really happened? Or was it a product of her overactive imagination?

  She decided that she had to know, her embarrassment be damned. Since she saw Sem watching them from across the aisle, she thought, Have we ever kissed?

  Ty’s eyebrows lifted slightly. It was the only sign he’d heard the thought.

  “Time to go,” Sem said, unbuckling his seatbelt and standing up. He stretched in the aisle. “Damn, it feels good to get out of that seat.”

  Kyra held Ty’s gaze for a prolonged moment, hoping he’d give her some sign that they’d either kissed or hadn’t. But he unbuckled his seatbelt and rose, leaving her without an answer. Knowing the time for conversation had passed, she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed into the aisle after him. He walked in front of her and Sem followed close behind her.

  She wanted to thank the flight crew, but Ty tugged her out the door and down the stairs before she could. Irritated, she tried to pull away from him.

  “There’s such a thing as manners, Ty,” she snapped. “The flight crew helped us out when we needed it. Why can’t I thank them?”

  “Because you are Ma’jah Kyr.”

  “So I’m a rude and ungrateful bitch?”

  He stopped walking when they reached the bottom of the stairs. Catching her gaze, he said, “Historically, yes.”

  Sem’s laughter rang out as he stepped off the stairs. Kyra looked between the two guys and wanted to punch both of them. Ty’s response hurt her more than she wanted to admit, so she latched onto her anger.

  “Let go of me, Dem-Shyr TaeDane,” she ordered in a voice that carried. “Now.”

  He didn’t seem to know how to react. His mouth opened, but he didn’t speak. She felt his grip tighten on her arm and then release.

  Interesting, she mused. And good to know.

  Turning on her heel, she marched up the stairs. She tried to ignore the wide-eyed looks she was getting from the pilot and flight attendant as she approached. She stopped when she was a few steps from the top. If nothing else, Ty’s overly cautio
us attitude had taught her not to get too close to anyone who could possibly harm her.

  “Forgive me for exiting so quickly,” she said, looking between them. “I neglected to thank you for your service.”

  Both of them bowed. “It was our honor, Ma’jah,” the pilot said.

  “Anything you need, Ma’jah,” echoed the flight attendant.

  Since they remained in deep bows and she didn’t know what else to say, she turned back around and walked back down the stairs. Every moment of that had felt awkward, but she was glad she did it.

  Rude and ungrateful bitch? She didn’t think so.

  She kept her chin held high and tried to march past Ty, but he took her arm in a way that told her she wouldn’t be escaping him this time. Cutting her losses, she didn’t fight him.

  She still wanted to punch him, though.

  The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced the whole “about to be a kiss” scene in her head had been a misguided daydream on her part. She’d woken up practically drooling on the guy, and he was undeniably hot. Her attraction had been immediate, so it made sense that when her libido kicked in, it bee-lined right into a fantasy involving him. There was no way a guy as unemotional and single-minded as Ty was would ever get intimately involved with her. She couldn’t imagine him intimately involved with anyone.

  She was distracted from her thoughts as they walked into the airport. “Where are we?” she asked.

  “Orlando,” Sem said.

  “Really? Can we go to Disney World or Universal Studios?”

  “No,” Ty said.

  She rolled her eyes. The guy absolutely couldn’t take a joke. Of course they weren’t going to take time to visit the theme parks. Still, it was a little disappointing. She’d always wanted to visit Orlando. Now she was there and wouldn’t be able to enjoy it.

  They made their way to the terminal, taking a nearly empty tram from the gates and heading towards baggage claim. She didn’t know why, since they had no luggage. When they reached the bottom of a group of escalators, she understood.